Made of scars

for someone who loves sleep, i do not sleep enough at all

one thing I will never understand is how normal people are unaffected by movies or books I mean when they watch a movie or finish a book they say “well that was a good movie/book” and they move on while I have an existentional crisis and question the whole universe 

Fuck anyone who says “why do you care about the election - you don’t even live in America.” Even if we forget for a moment that the U.S is arguably one of the most influential governments in the world and what they do effects us all, a basic sense of human empathy is what makes those living outside of America so terrified. We’re scared for every woman who is going to be denied access to an abortion and those who will inevitably die in an attempt to access an illegal one. We’re scared for every person who will seek asylum from war and poverty but will be denied compassion. We’re scared for LGBT+ people who don’t feel safe in their own communities. We’re scared for people of colour and the institutionalised oppression that they experience every day. We’re scared for victims of sexual assault knowing that their President invalidates and trivialises their experiences. We’re scared for our ailing environment. I could go on forever. We’re scared and sad and angry and disgusted that someone so vile, so comically ridiculous will probably be elected as the leader of the free world. Sometimes the bad guy wins and, in this case, it’s fucking scary because the bad guy has the power to make or break the lives of hundreds of millions of people. You don’t need to live in America to understand that, you just have to have some sense of human compassion.

“struggle with depression” would almost seem to imply that i am bad at depression when i am, in fact, very proficient at being depressed 

im sorry to everyone who has ever tried to talk to me and then realized my communication skills are equivalent to a stale piece of bread

honestly birthdays were so easy when i was younger like i just wanted toys and stuff like that but now? my parents r like “wht do u want” and im just like??? some self esteem?? emotional stability?? a hobby??